Was it a dream?Veronica pulls her blouse open enough to look beneath it. And sure enough, beneath the thin fabric is the black corset with all of its ...onfines. Her eyes drift lower, down her shirt to her legs and they too are still covered with the sexy black sheer stockings. Her hands slide down her legs over them, she can’t help it. The feeling sends jolts through her legs and up through her crotch into her core. Her pussy already starts to heat up and leak just a little.Oh my legs feel so. I decided then and there if I ever saw them pound on a colored boy again, I would have to step in and try to stop it. I would do it, not because it was the brave thing to do, but because it would be the right thing to do, a matter of conscience. I was proud of me for making such an important decision on my own; and suddenly I felt better about myself.We went to town the following Saturday. Sometimes it seemed we went when we didn't really need anything. Pa and I usually went over to the Backus. I almost blacked out from the pain and felt like my colon would burst. Then the pain gave way to incredible pleasure. It was unbelievable. "That's it. Take it you married little bitch!" he told me. "Your ass is mine" he said as he slowly lifted me off him and began thrusting up and down inside me. I joined in with his movements and began to slide up and down on his cock. "Faster boy! Faster!" he commanded. I leaned on his chest with my hands and began to fuck his cock over and over, faster each. "Carter groaned, rubbing his head. "Duh." He shook his head, mad it hadn't occurred to him already. She stepped back, trying to force herself away, but unable to resist the urge to take a last long look at her essentially naked brother. "So, I guess I'll go ahead and go do that..."Carter looked down and, for the first time since the street, their eyes met. His eyes were a revelation, looking at her not with his typical indifference or annoyance, not even with the anger at her that she had.